Chapter 4

Coming Together (Sort of!)



*This chapter was the most fun to write other than the first......*



As all of the couples sat and talked (or sulked...) Professor McGonagall smiled and announced,

"Everyone please get out of your seats, we have a little.....practise, so that you'll know what to expect to see your partner doing at the Yule Ball!"

Nearly everyone cheered, and jumped to their feet.

McGonagall beamed, and waved her wand, which made the tables vanish and a disco ball appeared, and loud music burst through the connecting chambers to the Great Hall.

The first song was a fast one, and Pansy grabbed Harry's hand.

"You up to it, Harry?" she asked, a sly look in her crystal blue eyes.

Harry looked at the brilliant colour, then responded, "Why of course!"

They made their way through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor, and Pansy began to shake and shimmy all over the place, making Harry look like he was barely moving.

"Come on, Harry! We're all trying something new today! Try it wild, baby!" she shouted over the music.

After hearing that last word, Harry decided that it was the perfect night to let loose.

Who really cared what he did?

So, he began to dance, twirling Pansy around until they were both dizzy and she collapsed in his arms.

She smiled up at him, "You blew me away, Potter. I never knew you could move like that!"

Harry smiled down at her face, suddenly so warm, friendly....inviting.

"You brought it out of me......I didn't know I could do it either.....tonight has changed so many things..." Harry whispered in her ear.

"All for the best, too." she whispered back, then she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself up.

A slow song started, and Harry pulled her close and began to sway to the rhythm of the music.





As Ginny fell into Draco's arms for the first slow song, she felt something tug at her heart.

She felt......nice.

Then she shook her head slightly.

Nice? Dancing with Draco Malfoy was not supposed to be nice!

It was supposed to be creepy....slimy....gross......but it wasn't.

It really, really wasn't.

His arms fit nicely around her, and her head had found the perfect spot on his shoulder...he was only slightly taller than she, so she was quite comfortable with her arms around his neck, feeling his breath on her shoulder, feeling each and every beat his heart pumped...

What!?

Why did she keep doing this?

She didn't like Malfoy, not even as a friend, so why did she keep thinking like that?

Like he was somebody she liked....somebody she loved....somebody like how she had felt about Harry in her first few years of Hogwarts...

So why did Draco's arms feel like home to her?





Hermione shivered as the slow danced continued.

It seemed like it had been going on forever.

She and Ron were dancing...well, not very closely, probably because they were afraid that their friendship might end up awkward if they swayed that close...

But they were close enough that she could hear each breath he took, could feel his hand getting sweaty while holding her waist, the nervous look he had in his eyes, which she avoided, afraid that after the way they had been acting over the past hour that she might just drown in them...

For the awkward hour, Hermione had realized that her favourite colour was red, and that Ron's eyes looked like an enchanted bottomless sea. She also realized that if she kept thinking things like that, she would be in big trouble...





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